A Blip of Time Inside My Befuddled Mind

I'm not writing this because I think I'm exceptional. 

Or that this is radically different from anyone else. 

I write this because I've been re-reading some of my older posts and marveling how different life is as the kids get older and more self sufficient.

Usually I cringe as I read what I've written in the past (I won't go near my senior thesis from Whitman and am thankful my graduate thesis was a now defunct website {historichome.com}).

I usually feel I could have written better with my advanced current wisdom (ha!).

But I've been enjoying re-living the insanity of those days.

Many of the events I had already forgotten.

So, this post (and there just might be more of these) is to share with myself and kids the tornado inside my head as I struggle through the logistics of our beautiful crazy, busy family life.

So now, without a further adieu:

A bit of time inside my befuddled mind

Charlie and Elsa run off the bus.

Figure out snacks.

Help with homework.

Elsa read one sheet once.

Elsa read another sheet 3 times.

Elsa math worksheet.

Elsa science sheet.

Charlie starts cutting up math flashcards.

Charlie asking why he has to go to Sarina's basketball game.

Us  explaining he gets to go.

Charlie proposing all kinds of other places he can go instead.

Many emails trying to pin down a meeting time for a new (work) contract- for me.

Waiting on contract in the mail.

Cancel existing apt to replace with meeting now scheduled for new contract.

Try not to think about packing and preparing food for next week.

Many, many texts trying to figure out how to get Carl from archery (after school activity) to cross country practice (his last before his regional Junior Olympics 1.8mi race on Saturday).

Realize there's no possible way to get him to practice, Mark with Charlie and Elsa to Sarina's game, and me off to work.

Scratch Carl going to cross country.

Figure out exactly when Sarina is playing basketball in Tumwater.

Find out she's playing 1 quarter varsity and 3 quarters JV.

Try to reason through the advantages of 1/2" concrete versus 3/4" concrete for Mark's massive outdoor table project.

Try to figure out what temp to put the lasagna in the oven when we're all out of the  house a couple of hours between when it goes into the oven and when someone will be there to eat it.  (The instructions say 45 min at 350-I put it in at 280 at 4pm- fingers crossed it's not a big cracker by 6).

Get everyone out the door.

Tidy all the after school papers scattered EVERYWHERE.

Switch the wash.

Figure out if I should wear new CAbi coat with red silk scarf or pretty pink sweater with grandma's broach with my new very subtle camo pants for work. 

Change my mind (and clothes) 2 times.

Gather all my stuff for my work meeting.

Stop to grab the mail on my way out.

Got a new contract for work (yay!)

Mental note to review that contract and file tonight.

Talk to mom on the drive.

Text Sarina's friend's mom about the friend coming home with Sarina after the game to work on a school project.

Stop to pick up 4 very large and heavy moving blankets for Mark plus a 1,000lb hydraulic cart from a store in Lacey on my way to work.

Talk to mom.

Discuss coordinating outfits for pictures next week (mind  overload).

Try to remember the name of Mark's recently retired co-worker for mom.

Blank.

I can picture him clear as day and tell you all kinds of things about him

Still no name.

Stop for coffee on my way into Steilacoom.

Text a bit with Mark about picking up goods for him (he was sweetly grateful).

Decide to write a blog about all the random shit in my brain.

Remember Mark's co-worker's name.

Ponder new fences that have gone up in the community where I work.

Not pleased.

Call mom to tell her name of the co-worker before I forget again.

Open up the building for my meeting.

Email new board member about meeting prior to meeting.

Get text that Carl can't practice tomorrow for the Junior Olympics-his little body needs two days of rest before the race.

Damn, I probably should have known that.

Now he won't get any practice.

Guilt lurking in the back of my mind all night - could I have worked the logistics better?

Realize Mark needs something on the computer I brought with me to work.

Text him picture of the screen hoping it will suffice for tonight.

Type this up.

Now I have 15 minutes to prep for my pre-meeting meeting.

And this is all just within less than 2 hour time-span.